The Secret World of Maggie Grey (Drew Collins, #1)

by Granger

“You see that one right there?” he asked, accent unrecognizable as he motioned to a girl standing aimlessly in the center of the station looking up. She had a large suitcase and two bags stacked on top. Her light brown hair bumped at the ends and the same cardigan sweater the first woman had with cute, flared jeans that showed her figure. “This little dumb bitch here, SOUXIE?!” he hissed angrily before flashing a fake smile at me. “Honey, if you ever have children, make sure they aren’t clairvoyants. Her mind is so easily distracted…” His daughter turned around and stared at him before slowly walking over. Now to say she was beautiful was an understatement. Just like her father, her light eyes had the same honeydew tint to them like they could change colors at any given moment.

I studied Maggie, wondering how she got such an odd name for a Black woman. She was a few shades darker than I with expressive eyes that told on themselves. She wore a thick beanie over her head but it was almost summer. I gathered she wore it like most people that couldn’t step out of the house without something on their head. Maybe it was anxiety or some sense of keeping her identity close to her. The hat symbolized something, I just couldn’t figure out what but it was a big part of her identity. Maggie seemed to be on the tomboy side but still feminine enough to not question her sexuality. Nothing about her said fake or dishonest. What you see is what you get.

The raspy voice came out of nowhere as he turned around to see a woman dressed in baggy cargo pants that flare out with thick, black boots with metal buckles and zippers all around. A black, knitted halter top in the shape of butterfly wings went across her chest and a headwrap that spun around her forehead like bread, holding her short locs that barely came to her chin. She had a beautiful, dark complexion that I envied and midnight hooded eyes that took a sharp downward turn against her face. Her lips, plump, round and raw in its two toned complexion with the top being darker than the bottom. She’s earthy, a natural organic beauty. The type of men that would go after her are the ones who probably wore oils, lit candles, and could smoke an entire forest down.

Isis reached with a rubber band in her hand as she pulled up her drenched hair to wring it, showing off her pointy ears. It wasn’t until she turned to the side that I could see her wide, dark brown eyes. Like dark globes with bushes lashes that showed the tiny bits of mascara she attempted to put on, I smiled. She had a doe-like beauty to her, her eyes always giving her a startled look and her pointy sharp teeth that could be seen when she just barely kept her mouth open.